The Price of Failure

Prologue: Reflections

July 22nd, 2283

From the audio logs of Rory McKinnon

Dear journal, today was boring, just like most every other day. Ever since House and I booted the NCR and the Legion out of the Mojave, that's the way it's been…well, usually. Some fiends attacked Freeside, but without any leaders, the Securitrons thrashed them before I could even suit up. Such a disappointment. There was that one time a Legion raiding party crossed the river and teamed up with a squad of disgruntled NCR Rangers. That was pretty fun, mostly because I actually got to fight them, unlike those fiends.

…I know that I say this every time, but by heaven do I miss Amy. Heh, I can just remember the day we met. I was a member of the Outcasts, in the Capital Wasteland, curse both of 'em. There we were, getting slaughtered by muties, when outta nowhere, this crazy girl comes sprinting onto the battlefield with a shotgun and a dog, and she just annihilates them. I mean, I'd been in the Outcasts pretty much since I was born- you know, raised in the middle of some real hard types. But this girl, man, she made us look like amateurs. Of course, I'm a sucker for a pretty girl with heavy weaponry. Man…that was six years ago, can you believe it? Ever since I had to run, I've worried every day about her. Acting as a spy…every night, I just have to hope that she hasn't been caught and killed…or worse. Every night, I have to sleep in a bed that feels empty because she isn't in it. I have to believe that she's okay, and that she's going to come back to me one day. I believe it because she told me that day…Every time I get one of her letters, I make sure to keep it safe and sound in the lockbox on my desk. Maybe I'll show her that collection when she gets here, eh?

…But enough reminiscing. I'm still bored. Maybe I'll hang out in Freeside for a while, see if the Kings need anything. Hey, maybe if I'm lucky, I'll meet someone new! I sure hope so.